Durgan nodded slowly as he surveyed Ernie Shires. Evidently, he, too, was well pleased. The hard-faced gangster who stood before him was meeting with his approval, and even as he nodded in satisfaction, Durgan curled his lips maliciously.
“You’re Shires?” he questioned, in a raspy voice.
“Yeah,” replied Ernie.
“Sit down.”
Durgan turned to the man beside him. “All right, Mike,” he said. “Run along. Call me to-morrow.”
The solemn-faced man nodded. He arose and left the room, walking past Ernie Shires without glancing at him.
Durgan turned toward the corner where the blond girl was staring upward at a cloud of cigarette smoke.
“Beat it, Madge,” ordered Durgan.
The girl arose and walked across the room. She opened a door and went into another room of the suite.
She did not look at Ernie Shires as she left. Killer Durgan’s minions acted like human automatons when they received his orders.